It’s time to get real, bro, take out the big guns, ready to go

Step up n’ throw it all at your foe, I’ll take on your whines n’ then make you bow

Unless you’re just some scared little ho, raised by ol’ cath’lic nuns, wit too slow

FAIL’s soon bound to go d’oh, I got multiple rhymes in every row

You talk of my mom which is pretty low, I can tell you’re inferior to the regular Joe

Speakin’ o’ moms better call the tow, ‘tis the only way we could move your fat sow

She’s been ledged in my driveway, under the snow, since I threw her out on her bum, when she gave me bad blow

Somethin’ you really should the her to mow, is her groin, that thing’s stackin’ a ‘fro

Lil’ weeners can fail-vote me some mo’, they just sheep, all have’ta go wit’ the flow

No, doesn’t face me, yo, cuz them head-fine upstanding member of society peeps know, what this’s all fo’, n’ wont throw these quality rhymin’ skills out the doo’